#trans mountain

“Oof!” Mountain grunts as Dew tackles him onto the bed, the air rushing from his lungs with the sudden impact. The mattress gives a soft creak under their combined weight, but it’s the breathless laugh that escapes Mountain that fills the room.

“What’s gotten into you, firecracker?” he chuckles, clearly enjoying the rare moment of being manhandled.

Dew’s lips curve into a sly grin, his smaller frame pinning Mountain’s much larger body with surprising force.

“I have an idea…” he purrs, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. Mountain raises a brow, intrigued by the shift in Dew’s demeanor. “…And it’s a sexy one.”

“Oh really? Do tell,” Mountain teases, expecting some playful banter, but not prepared for what comes next.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Dew says, his voice steady and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Mountain blinks, choking on his own breath.

“You… want me to do what?”

“You heard me,” Dew presses closer, his body flush against Mountain’s, the heat between them intensifying.

Mischief dances in his eyes, daring Mountain to argue. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Mountain’s brain short-circuits again for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as he searches for a response.

“But Dew! I’m… ! I could crush you, you’re-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘small’ or ‘fragile!’” Dew snaps, eyes narrowing as smoke puffs from his nostrils in irritation. “I can take it!”

He hates when anyone hints at his size, his insecurities flaring when people underestimate his strength. Mountain lets out a sigh, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I just don’t want to hurt you. I love you, you know that.”

Dew’s expression softens for a moment, but his smirk never falters. “Then trust me. I can handle all of you.”

Mountain still looks hesitant, his brow furrowed in concern, but his body betrays him. Dew grins knowingly, pressing his palm against Mountain’s still-clothed cunt, eliciting a deep, needy groan. “Come on, Mounty, I can feel how wet you are already. You know I’ll make it good for you.”

Mountain exhales sharply, biting his lip.

“Just promise me you’ll tap out if it’s too much.”

Dew’s smirk grows, his hand slipping down to tease at the waistband of Mountain’s pants, tugging them down with a fluid motion.

“I told you, you don’t need to worry about me.”

In what feels like a heartbeat, both of them are naked, the air between them thick with desire. Dew’s small cock twitches, already leaking precome as he lays sprawled out beneath Mountain, eyes dark with anticipation.

“Ready when you are, Mountain,” Dew practically purrs, voice dripping with excitement. He’s been dreaming about this, craving the weight of Mountain above him for so long now, and the fact that it’s finally happening sends a thrill up his spine.

Still shy, Mountain climbs over him, straddling Dew’s chest. His size makes him feel unsure, like he’s taking up too much space, but Dew only looks up at him with hunger in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yesss,” Dew practically hisses, his hips twitching beneath Mountain. “I need you on my face like yesterday.”

Mountain’s breath hitches, and without wasting another second, he positions himself over Dew’s face, his dripping cunt hovering just inches above the fire ghoul’s eager mouth.

“Okay, okay…” he mutters, heart racing as the moment becomes all too real.

Before Mountain can even fully process it, Dew pulls him down with a firm grip on his hips, his tongue instantly lapping at the slick folds with a greedy moan. The sound Dew makes is primal, filthy-like he’s been starving for this. Mountain’s thighs tremble as Dew’s tongue explores every inch of him, licking up the wetness with long, slow strokes that make Mountain’s breath come in ragged gasps.

“Oh fuck,” Mountain groans, his head tilting back as he grips the headboard for balance. Dew’s tongue flicks over his t dick, drawing out a loud, shaky moan from the earth ghoul. Dew’s hands squeeze his hips, urging him to ride his face harder, and Mountain can’t help but grind down, giving Dew exactly what he wants.

Dew’s moans vibrate against Mountain’s cunt as he laps at him with unrelenting hunger, his tongue occasionally dipping lower to tease at Mountain’s entrance. Each flick, each swirl of Dew’s tongue sends sparks of pleasure through Mountain’s body, his thighs quivering as he struggles to keep himself from completely losing control.

But Dew wants more. His hands slide down, spreading Mountain’s cheeks as he shifts his focus lower. His tongue presses against Mountain’s frenulum and finally hole, circling it before pushing inside with a wet, eager sound. Mountain gasps, his body jerking as the sensation of Dew’s tongue inside him makes his head spin.

“Dew-fuck-” he pants, his body trembling above him.

Dew only hums in response, his tongue working its way deeper as his nose nudges against Mountain’s soaked cunt. The combined sensation has Mountain grinding down harder, his hips moving instinctively as pleasure overtakes him. Each time Dew thrusts his tongue into him, Mountain feels like he’s teetering on the edge of losing himself completely.

Dew’s fingers dig into Mountain’s thighs, holding him steady as he devours him with unbridled hunger. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room, mixing with Mountain’s breathless moans. It’s overwhelming, the heat of Dew’s mouth under him, the way his tongue fucks into him so eagerly. Mountain can barely think, can barely breathe, as Dew works him over with expert precision.

“Fuck… Dew…” Mountain groans, his voice ragged, “I- I don’t know how much longer I can-”

Dew’s response is a muffled moan, and he only increases his pace, his tongue pushing deeper, his nose rubbing against Mountain’s clit in perfect rhythm. Mountain’s body tenses, his thighs squeezing around Dew’s head as pleasure builds, threatening to crash over him in waves. His moans grow louder, more desperate, and the friction, the heat, it’s all too much.

“Dew, I’m gonna-fuck!”

As Mountain rides out his orgasm, still grinding against Dew’s eager face, the fire ghoul sneaks a hand down to his own dripping cock. With just a few quick, desperate tugs, Dew comes undone, spilling hot and thick all over himself. The mix of Mountain’s taste and the rush of his own release sends him spiraling into bliss.

When the overstimulation begins to creep in, Mountain’s thighs trembling with the intensity of it, he finally pulls back with a shaky breath. His legs are weak, threatening to give out beneath him, so he carefully moves off of Dew and collapses onto the bed beside his mate. His chest heaves with effort, but there’s a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“Thank you, firecracker,” Mountain says, voice sa but slurred from the pleasure, pulling Dewdrop into a slow, deep kiss. His moan is immediate when he tastes himself on Dew’s tongue. Dew melts into the kiss, his body limp with exhaustion but utterly satisfied.

Dew is still floating, his mind hazy and lost in the afterglow, surrounded by Mountain’s scent and taste. He blinks up lazily, a contented grin spreading across his face. “Fuuuccckkk,” is all he manages to mutter, voice dripping with post-orgasmic bliss.

He'd stumbled into Rain's bedroom without so much as knocking, wide eyed and hopeful, and not even the sight of a bound and gagged Swiss bouncing in Rain's lap had dissuaded him. He'd blurted his sudden need with a thick tongue and tense thighs, and the silence that fell was so thick it stole his breath away.

Thankfully, Rain had been in a giving mood.

It was a bit awkward to arrange, but now that they're here Mountain can't believe it took him so long to think of this. Rain has certainly spent plenty of time playing with his antlers, stroking the velvety length of them until Mountain was a hopeless mess, but this...this is different.

Rain's laying on his back now, casual as ever, Swiss still impaled on his cock and struggling to stay balanced. Not that he's complaining - Swiss likes to fight, after all. Mountain's knelt at Rain's head, legs spread wide and half-leaning against the headboard, one hand gripping the mattress for dear life and the other between his thighs. Spreading his cunt so slick lips hug the surface of Rain's horn and leave a sticky trail behind. Mountain can't stop watching his clit throb as it drags over another ridge, stomach jumping with every brush.

"You're drooling," Rain informs him, deeply amused, and Mountain nods. Talking is too much to expect from him right now.

Rain's hands have been resting on Swiss' thighs, thumbs teasing around the other ghoul's folds in the most torturous way, and Swiss makes a truly devastated sound when Rain pulls one away. Rain doesn't even acknowledge it, and judging by the way Swiss' whole being shudders thats sort of the point. Mountain doesn't know or care. He just knows that those long, elegant fingers are trailing up his own stomach now, drifting through sweat-matted hair and caressing the gentle swell of his chest.

"I can help with that."

Two of those skilled digits press themselves into his mouth, Mountain goes stiff, and when he soaks Rain's hair with his release it's all he can do to stay upright.

"Don't stop now," Rain taunts, fucking Mountain's mouth through his inelegant gurgling, and Mountain couldn't keep his hips from rolling even if he wanted to. "Make me happy and I'll give you a turn when I'm done with this one."

Rain punctuates his statement with one sharp jab of his hips, and the way Swiss howls behind his gag is enough to make Mountain's cunt clench.